I do my absolute best to notice when things make me happy or make me sad. I do my best to be observant and make notes when things are out of the norm in any area of my life.
A repetitive positive note this past year has been my love and appreciation for alone time.
I never noticed it before, but I feel 100% happy with myself when I am chillin’ in a room all by my lonesome.
Sure, people are great. I love people.
But between the one or two voluntary, purposeful, and pleasant human interactions per day, I’d prefer solitude.
Luckily, Brandon is the same way. We come together for meals or workouts a few times a day, but we are also very good at being alone together for most of our evening hours.
“Be alone together” means that he is in his area, and I am in mine. Sure, we have separate rooms for work, but we can also be alone together in the same room. Usually when that happens, it means I am on the couch with my computer, phone, or book, and he is at his computer doing whatever he does there with his headphones on.
Growing up I always thought I was a social extrovert. Maybe that’s still true and I just changed over time.
But since then, I can honestly say I am now mostly an introvert. I appreciate my brain and it’s thoughts a whole lot more these days.
People bring anxiety, and solitude brings clarity.
At least that’s how I’ve been seeing it lately.